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Puppet show
We want more
Instead of less
But who really would’ve guessed?
Hear them shouting:
“We are puppets, pull our strings
Make us dance, Make us sing.
We’re discontented, but we’ll be ok
Just as soon as we get paid.”
Using war to pacify
But still it didn’t satisfy
Buried in all the hate that’s left
Freedom stolen, ignore the theft
Using excuse to silence them
As any reason they’ll accept
Frozen in all the ice cold shame
Not knowing that we own the blame.
We are puppets
They pull our strings
Look to see what conformity brings.
Watch us being fed and clothed
In the brutality we said we loathed.
I like this poem a lot. That's politics for ya... frustrating. Like a car wreck, you hate to see it, but you can't stop watching politicians and society screw everything up. Which I suppose is good. Need people to pay attention.. not enough do.
This sort of almost has a song-like feel to it.
On a sidenote, I looked at your bio (I always like to know who I'm commenting to before I comment) and I saw that you like Douglas Coupland. He's my favorite writer. I just got Hey Nostradamus and I couldn't put it down. hah, I don't know what the point of telling you that is except to say, I like your poem and your taste in books. Anyway, yeah. Keep writing.